We woke up early on the morning of the Marathon. I lay dozily under the covers while Annika rubbed muscle warming gel into her legs...I shuddered at the thought of what she was about to do..
Running 42 kilometres with 19,000 other people on a Sunday morning...sheer madness, but I was secretly very impressed!
But it wasn't that easy. Of course all the roads were closed, but not just closed to traffic. Overnight barriers had been set up all around town and it was impossible to even cross the street. I immediately got lost.
I am not proud of my measly 500 metres, I'll have you know I used to be a champion cross country runner back in the days, but now let's just say I'm pretty good on a mountain.
Anyway, miraculously I found my way to the finish line where music was pumping and everyone was cheering. It was amazing to see the relief and happiness on the runners faces as they all passed the line.
And even more special to see my friend appear, running so proudly, passing the line, collecting her medal and brandishing it with a huge grin.
What type of marathon would you be good at? (!)